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Agricultural techniques and plant-oriented biology were two vast subjects that Mimsy generally knew very little about, but there was something in the way that Kostya spoke about his time in the Amazon that indicated that caring for plants in such a fashion was something that held his interest in a way that tipped the scales past more than pleasant indifference. So when they scheduled an appointed time to meet at the cornfields in hopes of cultivating some kind of useful plantlife, she took it very seriously, and set aside her own work to search for relevant books in the library to study up on the topic.

Not that she had been particularly busy with any work that she cared about in recent days, but this took priority.

She carried a large manual (that more closely resembled some sort of textbook) with her as she made her way towards the field of dead stalks, its cover mottled with ground-in dust and mildew. The book had been difficult to read - not because of the terminology or more technical points, but the literal inability to unstick some of the pages that were more damaged by humidity. Still, she'd read what she could, because something even remotely important to Kostya was important to her.

It was shortly after daybreak when she arrived at the cornfield, a few minutes early, because late would have shown a lack of respect that didn't exist. The sun was much more bearable at this hour, and the cornstalks crinkled and crumbled beneath her curious touch.

This was bearable. Not enjoyable right now, but it could be.